An lovely piece about those who love us unconditionally...
...Back in the backseat — my dad still steady in the driver’s seat, my
mom still at his side — I’m in the unique position of being able to see
them from the perspectives of both adult and child. The only people,
who, to this day, are interested in everything about me, for the simple
fact that I am me. The people who showed me perfect goodness and
unconditional love before I ever knew anything about pain and suffering.
The people whose own love has been the entryway by which I’ve come to
understand God’s love for me.
In the space between that teenage trip to the Magic Kingdom and this
drive to northern Michigan I have spent a lot of time and energy trying
to garner approval, esteem and love from a lot of different people for a
lot of different reasons. I’ve run very fast, and oftentimes pushed
very hard, always chasing words that began with “some”: I wanted to be
“somebody,” make “something” of myself, and go “somewhere.” In the midst
of all this, I’ve frequently forgotten that while the “cash and prizes”
that life offers are nice and my parents are very proud of what I have
done, there are no asterisks next to their love for me, no clauses, and
no caveats. It’s pure and unconditional love, and it is the only place
where I can begin to comprehend that mammoth crazy love that God has for
me.
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